#maydayzed

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞, today's discovery is particularly...disgusting concerning. 

❝ You do realize sitting milk has a smell, right? ❞ And though May's space is beginning to take on a rather offensive odor, Matthew's tone is not unkind. 

( That her desk could be home to several petri dish experiments is something he'll leave unsaid. )

❝ What's troubling you, May? ❞ Already is he pulling up a chair to sit beside her, his own coffee cup held protectively in his lap. God only knows how old some of her coffee cups are, and if he were to mistakenly pick one of those up and sip...even the thought sees him shuddering.

@maydayzed bestowed: ❝ I'll probably die in my apartment. ❞

☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒ Chrissy nearly gave herself whiplash with how fast her head spun around to look at May. Of course she laughed, it was a nervous one, but a laugh all the same. ❝ Sheesh! That got dark real fast! ❞ They'd been discussing apartment prices in Indianapolis, Chrissy letting it slip that she may have to look for somewhere else soon. Living tied to her parents purse strings came with another set attached and she was tired of having them pulled whenever the mood struck her mother.

❝ Okay, but I think a lot of people would and have died in their apartment, so what makes your death different? ❞ Chrissy wandered back into the lounge area and set two steaming cups of coffee on the little table nestled before it before plopping herself down onto the sofa beside May.

@maydayzed bestowed: ❝ First I'd find my evil twin; then I'd make best friends with it. ❞

☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒ The more she got to know May, or rather, the more time that she spent with May, the more she realised what a delightful little odd-ball she was. It was endearing, really, and very much a breath of fresh air for Chrissy. She never filtered herself, always spoke her mind no matter how wild or abrasive it was. There was an honesty to her and it made it so very, very easy for Chrissy to trust her. A certain someone would be advising her to err on the side of caution, but really, since meeting the other young woman, she hasn't felt quite so lonely in the big city.

❝ You think that's true? ❞ She asked as they walked down the busy street. Classes were done for the day and Chrissy had invited May over for dinner; she was going to cook for someone that she didn't know from Hawkins! It was both exciting and terrifying!

@maydayzed bestowed: ❝ Nothing in this world can make me think straight. ❞

☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒ May had dragged her, well she had tugged and protested it would be good for her, to a local bar. It was quiet and allowed for them to sit in a corner away from the small number of patrons who had come in during the daylight hours. Chrissy wasn't a drinker, sure, she had one on the odd occasion, but she never drank to excess, she didn't like the feeling of being out of control.

May? Well, she didn't like to speculate what the other's drinking habits were and she would never judge her for it anyway. Different strokes for different folks, right? However, the statement from the young woman sitting opposite takes Chrissy a little by surprise. Now that she thinks about it, she doesn't know all that much about her, which is either a failing on her part, or May not wanting to reveal all of her cards just yet.